"Ey'st neaw tell ye what ey think, mon," rejoined Jennet, doggedly.
"But hear me," cried Potts, "I have my own suspicions, also, nay, more than suspicions."
"If ye're shure, yo dunna want me," said Jennet.
"But I want a witness," pursued Potts, "and if you'll serve as one—"
"Whot'll ye gi' me?" said Jennet.
"Whatever you like," rejoined Potts. "Only name the sum. So you can prove the practice of witchcraft against Mistress Nutter—eh?"
Jennet nodded. "Wad ye loike to knoa why brother Jem is gone to Pendle to-neet?" she said.
"Very much, indeed," replied Potts, drawing still nearer to her. "Very much, indeed."
The little girl was about to speak, but on a sudden a sharp convulsion agitated her frame; her utterance totally failed her; and she fell back in the seat insensible.
Very much startled, Potts flew in search of some restorative, and on doing so, he perceived Mistress Nutter moving away from this part of the hall.